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The champions had come from their fields of war	A
Over the crests of the billows far	B
They had brought back the spoils of a hundred shores	C
Where the deep had foam'd to their flashing oars	C
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They sat at their feast round the Norse king's board	D
By the glare of the torch light the mead was pour'd	D
The hearth was heap'd with the pine boughs high	E
And it flung a red radiance on shields thrown by	E
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The Scalds had chaunted in Runic rhyme	F
Their songs of the Sword and the olden time	F
And a solemn thrill as the harp chords rung	G
Had breath'd from the walls where the bright spears hung	G
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But the swell was gone from the quivering string	H
They had summon'd a softer voice to sing	H
And a captive girl at the warriors' call	I
Stood forth in the midst of that frowning hall	I
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Lonely she stood in her mournful eyes	J
Lay the clear midnight of southern skies	J
And the drooping fringe of their lashes low	K
Half veil'd a depth of unfathom'd wo	K
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Stately she stood tho' her fragile frame	L
Seem'd struck with the blight of some inward flame	L
And her proud pale brow had a shade of scorn	M
Under the waves of her dark hair worn	M
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And a deep flush pass'd like a crimson haze	N
O'er her marble cheek by the pine fire's blaze	N
No soft hue caught from the south wind's breath	O
But a token of fever at strife with death	O
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She had been torn from her home away	P
With her long locks crown'd for her bridal day	P
And brought to die of the burning dreams	Q
That haunt the exile by foreign streams	Q
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They bade her sing of her distant land	R
She held its lyre with a trembling hand	R
Till the spirit its blue skies had given her woke	S
And the stream of her voice into music broke	S
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Faint was the strain in its first wild flow	K
Troubled its murmur and sad and low	K
But it swell'd into deeper power ere long	T
As the breeze that swept over her soul grew strong	T
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'They bid me sing of thee mine own my sunny land of thee	U
Am I not parted from thy shores by the mournful sounding sea	U
Doth not thy shadow wrap my soul in silence let me die	E
In a voiceless dream of thy silvery founts and thy pure deep sapphire sky	E
How should thy lyre give here its wealth of buried sweetness forth	V
Its tones of summer's breathings born to the wild winds of the north	V
'Yet thus it shall be once once more my spirit shall awake	W
And thro' the mists of death shine out my country for thy sake	W
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That I may make thee known with all the beauty and the light	X
And the glory never more to bless thy daughter's yearning sight	X
Thy woods shall whisper in my song thy bright streams warble by	E
Thy soul flow o'er my lips again yet once my Sicily	U
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'There are blue heavens far hence far hence but oh their glorious blue	Y
Its very night is beautiful with the hyacinth's deep hue	Y
It is above my own fair land and round my laughing home	Z
And arching o'er my vintage hills they hang their cloudless dome	Z
And making all the waves as gems that melt along the shore	A
And steeping happy hearts in joy that now is mine no more	A
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'And there are haunts in that green land oh who may dream or tell	A2
Of all the shaded loveliness it hides in grot and dell	A2
By fountains flinging rainbow spray on dark and glossy leaves	B2
And bowers wherein the forest dove her nest untroubled weaves	B2
The myrtle dwells there sending round the richness of its breath	O
And the violets gleam like amethysts from the dewy moss beneath	C2
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'And there are floating sounds that fill the skies thro' night and day	P
Sweet sounds the soul to hear them faints in dreams of heaven away	P
They wander thro' the olive woods and o'er the shining seas	D2
They mingle with the orange scents that load the sleepy breeze	D2
Lute voice and bird are blending there it were a bliss to die	E
As dies a leaf thy groves among my flowery Sicily	U
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'I may not thus depart farewell yet no my country no	K
Is not love stronger than the grave I feel it must be so	K
My fleeting spirit shall o'ersweep the mountains and the main	E2
And in thy tender starlight rove and thro' thy woods again	F2
Its passion deepens it prevails I break my chain I come	G2
To dwell a viewless thing yet blest in thy sweet air my home '	-
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And her pale arms dropp'd the ringing lyre	H2
There came a mist o'er her eye's wild fire	I2
And her dark rich tresses in many a fold	J2
Loosed from their braids down her bosom roll'd	J2
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For her head sank back on the rugged wall	I
A silence fell o'er the warriors' hall	I
She had pour'd out her soul with her song's last tone	K2
The lyre was broken the minstrel gone	L2

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